Yu Qingyang paused, then slowly turned around to face the beautiful, purple-clad woman walking toward him with an innocent look on his face.
"Fairy, we've never met. I don't believe I..."
The expression on Yu Qingyang's face was one of utmost respect, even bordering on sycophancy. After all, Chen Chuyu's Cultivation was higher than his.
Chen Chuyu stopped in front of him. Her cold, sharp gaze swept over Yu Qingyang for a moment before she said icily,
"Young Master Yu, stop playing dumb with me. You know who I am, and I know who you are!"
Yu Qingyang's expression stiffened, and a bitter smile touched his lips. "In that case, may I ask what business you have with me, Fairy?
Let me be clear, I'm just a lowly Golden Core Cultivator. My Cultivation is garbage, my abilities are limited, and I'm afraid I'm in no position to be of service to you, Fairy..."
"Cut the act!"
Chen Chuyu snorted. "I'm asking you, where did that clanswoman of yours go?"
"Huh? A clanswoman?"
